I own nothing you fools. Nothing! because if I did the Harry potter books would be different and all the movies would be narrated by Morgan Freeman.
a/n This is the first fanfic on this account but not my first account my other account is undead demon and it is not working for some reason.
Chapter One
Harry gasped as the pain intensified his heart beating against his chest. The burning spreading yearning to kill him but he grimly held on.
It was a week after his godfather died, a week of depression and torment at the hands of the Dursley's they being the pricks they were constantly giving him chores. During this time Harry had been having dreams about a beautiful lady with scarlet hair turning into a dragon and talking to him through a mind link to his mind to his very soul. "Find Eragon." she would say then she would touch Harry's forehead and He would wake up. This time was different when he woke up he was engulfed in a haze of burning pain like the Crutacius but worse. As the pain intensified Harry screamed and Disappeared off the face of the planet Earth.
When Harry woke up he felt something like a twig poking him in the back and he opened his eyes which proved to be a mistake as his headache exploded in a plethora of colors and agony. Like if Voldemort ever made his own rainbow. The thought of which made Harry snort which flooded his senses with smells stronger than he had ever experienced.
Harry braved opening his eyes again and thanked the gods it didn't hurt this time. As he stood up he noticed a heavy wieght on his back and that he could see without the need for glasses.
He took in his surroundings and noted that he was in a clearing of trees with scattered ponds varying in size. He walked over to one of the ponds and nearly fainted when he saw his reflection. His skin had light patterns in it like scales and his hair was long black and silky. It had white tips that ended around mid chest. He turned around and felt dizzy when he saw a pair of sleek black wings tucked into the small of his back. He scratched his head and noticed that his nails were longer and sharp. Harry sighed and wished he had something besides his pyjama bottoms to cover himself. 'bugger all!' he thought and waved his hand jumping back when clothes started materializing on his body it started with trainers and ended with a knee long leather jacket. Harry just finished looking himself over in the pond when he heard voices. Quickly he turned towards the direction it came from and came face to face with a saphire dragon an middle aged man and a teenager with sandy hair.